Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday Early Afternoon]

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The facts were these: Ned was baking a pie again. He'd almost tried to theme this particular pie with that of a volcano but the volcano was long gone and so was that idea. Ned didn't really want to simulate lava in a pie anyway.

He'd chosen a new recipe this time, something he'd never baked before and had set out to prep and cook in the common room.

He wouldn't call this a routine yet but it was relaxing. And it was nice to get out of his room and do something besides annoy himself with all his issues.

[Open common room is open. Work is boring. I am hungry.]

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"Compare," he said quietly. "Contrasts. Go barefoot one day."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Just run 'round with no shoes all day?" she wondered.

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"Didn't say we'd have to run," he said and tapped his fingers lightly against her cheek. "I could make you another pie. A just for you pie."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Not sure I could eat a whole pie by myself," she teased.

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"I could help you," he said, shrugging a shoulder and writing the first letter of her first name with his finger against her cheek.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"What kinda pie would it be?" she asked, smiling because that almost tickled.

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"I take requests," he said, returning her smile. "I can make almost anything into a pie."

And he added the 'A' with his pinky finger.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Strawberries?" she asked, feeling almost kind of shy.

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"I can make you a strawberry pie," he said and added the Y with his index finger. "One of my favorites."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"They're my favorites," she said kind of nonsensically, since he knew that, but she kind of was done with thinking.

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"Why?" Ned asked curiously, slowly drawing the 'L' by dragging his finger down her cheek and almost to her jaw.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"'Cause," she said, licking her lips. "They're happy."

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"So are raspberries," he said, tracing his thumb along her jaw very lightly and forgetting that he still had two letters to go in her name.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"What's a raspberry?" she asked, very softly and it was weird because she didn't mean to get all quiet like that but there you go.

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"Another fruit," he told her, smiling lightly. "Kinda like a strawberry only different shape, taste and texture. If you like strawberries, you'd probably like these."

He stopped his thumb for a moment only so he could put each finger against her jaw, comparing skin colors, touching skin, trying to hold onto whatever was causing his lack of nerves right now.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She kinda wanted to ask what he was doing, because she'd apparent;y absorbed his nerves, but in the best way. It was like her stomach was jumping, but in a nice way, and she wasn't scared, it was just...different.

"Are they red, too? I like bright colors a lot."

Even Kaylee knew that was kind of an inane thing to say.

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"They're red," he said, taking his eyes off his fingers to meet hers and kind of smile a little. "I wouldn't bake you a dark pie. I know better."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good. Am I that obvious?" she laughed softly.

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"No," he said and shook his head, eyes going back to his fingers which were tracing circles on her cheek now. "I just happen to know pies. And you. A little."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You know me pretty good," she corrected softly. "I ain't too complicated."

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"You don't really know me though," he said, looking back at her eyes. "I'm sorry about that."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee smiled and shrugged. "I like what I know, though."

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"You might change your mind," he said, eyes going back to his fingers against her cheeks, "if you knew all of it."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure there ain't nothin' that could make me change my mind," she said quietly.

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"I got the pie off your face awhile ago," he said, seemingly randomly telling her that. And still keeping his fingers against cheek.